Page 288 of Ranger's Wildflower
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“Then explain it.”
“Explain what?”
“This.” I gestured between us. “Because I know you.”
“No,” she said, firmer now. “You think you do.”
That landed.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
Not entirely.
She hesitated.
Should’ve walked away.
Didn’t.
Curiosity got her.
I could see it.
“You said high school,” she said. “What was your name again?”
“Hersh.”
She blinked. “That’s not common.”
“Didn’t think it was.”
She tilted her head slightly—
And there.
A flicker.
Not a memory.
But close.
“You remember,” I said.
Her eyes snapped to mine.
“No.”
Too fast.
Too automatic.
Yeah.
She felt it.
She just didn’t trust it.
I stepped back slightly.
